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Meanwhile, the otters of the Western Wall seemed generally untouched as they continued eating and chatting, oblivious to the attacks on the far side of the Abbey's Eastern and Southern sides. They didn't even hear anything out of the ordinary.

Sirinius soon found Rorgan crouching beside him, a good two heads taller than any other otter there. He gave him a toothy grin, and Sirinius felt the Skipper's personal longbow press into his paw. "Yeneeded a bow, mate?" The longbow was hard and heavy in Sirinius' paw, made of a strong yew and covered in small, wavy carvings around the handle.